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162reverb!
Thanks so much for the music. I dig it. You're a generous and talented man. And good company too!
geiginni!
Thanks so much for the ride. And good company too!
Also,
Faiz
Itchy
H-GM -and roomate (are you on here?)
scott
stackmatic
Rachael
and everyone else I may have met
It was a pleasure. Seeya around.
Thanks so much for the music. I dig it. You're a generous and talented man. And good company too!
geiginni!
Thanks so much for the ride. And good company too!
Also,
Faiz
Itchy
H-GM -and roomate (are you on here?)
scott
stackmatic
Rachael
and everyone else I may have met
It was a pleasure. Seeya around.
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163Thanks to all of the kind folks I met or reconnected with last weekend in Chicago--my fond memories of your company was what kept me going as I plowed through two tornadoes Sunday on my way back to Kentucky. I really thought I was going to have to vacate the truck and lie down in a rain-guzzlin' ditch. But I had my guitar with me, so I opted to race the storm. As usual, I won.
I'm not one to remember handles very well, so forgive me for "outing" anybody on the board. But I thoroughly enjoyed hanging out with all of you: Beth, Faiz, Sandra, Brad, Rachael, Jason, Randall, Eric, Devin, Tim (and Mrs. Midgett!), Heather, Greg, Chris, Tom, Scott, and anyone else I might've forgotten. It was a long weekend--and a wide one, too.
Special thanks to Beth for the quasi-Southern hospitality.
To Rachael for the violet mints. (And for losing her voice.)
To Faiz and Randall for the laughter.
To Sandra, for waving wildly at me even though I'd just seen her about fifteen minutes ago.
To Tim and Greg for a show I enjoyed even more than the Silver Jews show, the purported reason for my trip.
And to Brad, who is the first person in decades to greet me with a head butt.
You motherfuckers rule.
Love,
Brett
I'm not one to remember handles very well, so forgive me for "outing" anybody on the board. But I thoroughly enjoyed hanging out with all of you: Beth, Faiz, Sandra, Brad, Rachael, Jason, Randall, Eric, Devin, Tim (and Mrs. Midgett!), Heather, Greg, Chris, Tom, Scott, and anyone else I might've forgotten. It was a long weekend--and a wide one, too.
Special thanks to Beth for the quasi-Southern hospitality.
To Rachael for the violet mints. (And for losing her voice.)
To Faiz and Randall for the laughter.
To Sandra, for waving wildly at me even though I'd just seen her about fifteen minutes ago.
To Tim and Greg for a show I enjoyed even more than the Silver Jews show, the purported reason for my trip.
And to Brad, who is the first person in decades to greet me with a head butt.
You motherfuckers rule.
Love,
Brett
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164Over last week I reacquainted myself with a few EA folk, and met for the first time a whole slew of others:
Kerble, Geiginni, Itchy Magoo, Bumble, Stackmatic, FMajcinek, Bradley R. Weissenberger, Brett Eugene Ralph, Same, Electrons, Bad Comrade, Rachael, Cap'n Reverb, Scott, Gio, RFF, & BFields. I had a wonderful time which was due to the warmth and affection of all you very kind people. Thank You!
Special thanks goes out to Messrs. Weissenberger, Reverb, & Ralph. Weissenberger, for teaching me the correct way to light a gentleman's cigarette; Reverb for turning me on to his project Field of Sound; and Ralph for the great story about Jennifer Herrema.
Special throbs to Bumble...er, I mean Itchy.
Warmest Regards,
Randall
Kerble, Geiginni, Itchy Magoo, Bumble, Stackmatic, FMajcinek, Bradley R. Weissenberger, Brett Eugene Ralph, Same, Electrons, Bad Comrade, Rachael, Cap'n Reverb, Scott, Gio, RFF, & BFields. I had a wonderful time which was due to the warmth and affection of all you very kind people. Thank You!
Special thanks goes out to Messrs. Weissenberger, Reverb, & Ralph. Weissenberger, for teaching me the correct way to light a gentleman's cigarette; Reverb for turning me on to his project Field of Sound; and Ralph for the great story about Jennifer Herrema.
Special throbs to Bumble...er, I mean Itchy.
Warmest Regards,
Randall
murderedman wrote:Your problem is your bloc attitude.
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165H-GM wrote:Ralph for the great story about Jennifer Herrema.
I will have nothing but hate to pass on to you unless you bust out w/this.
PM is fine.
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167Don't hate me. You see, Brett Eugene Ralph is a master storyteller. There is no way I can do it justice. In fact, you just might have to hear it in person.
For my sake I hope that Brett sees this and immediately proceeds to delight both of you with his tale of being star-struck and custom-made jewlrey, lest I receive the ire of both Angus and Burun. That would be crap.
For my sake I hope that Brett sees this and immediately proceeds to delight both of you with his tale of being star-struck and custom-made jewlrey, lest I receive the ire of both Angus and Burun. That would be crap.
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168Y'all's wish is my command. It must be a decent story if Randall can hear it twice in one night and still speak fondly of it. Here goes:
Royal Trux played Louisville on the Accelerator tour, whenever that was. I had enjoyed their records for many years and was excited at finally getting the chance to see them. As it happened, Dave Pajo was playing bass on that tour--bonus!
I guess the hometown folks were a bit in awe of the Trux--they stood back and just soaked it all in. I, on the other hand, could not see standing still for such sexy, shake-your-money-makin' music. I grabbed a lady friend and we proceeded to dirty dance front and center for the entire 30-minute set. As I recall, I was wearing a black bandana, pirate-style, and a New Orleans Saints jersey with Ralph emblazoned across the shoulders. I was also wearing a huge turquoise ring.
After the show, Dave took me backstage and asked if I wanted "to meet Jennifer." Ms. Herrema was at that time one of perhaps only two people that I sweated meeting (P.J. Harvey being the other), primarily for fear she might telepathically enumerate how many masturbation scenarios she had participated in unwittingly and, no doubt, unwillingly.
So Dave introduces us and Jennifer immediately notices my ring. (She herself designs jewelry, FYI). "Hey man, that's a real pretty ring," she says. "Can I see it?" (You must imagine this being delivered in the gruffest cigarettes-and-whiskey-ravaged voice this side of the Delta.) She takes my hand in hers to inspect the ring, and because she is sitting at a table and I'm standing, she's able to get a really close look. I'm pretty sure I started blushing.
"You know," she said, giving me my hand back, "a lot of people couldn't get away with wearin' a ring that big, but I think you got it covered."
During this entire exchange, Neil Haggerty was pacing back and forth in the throes of some kind of OCD episode. I did not "meet" him.
Royal Trux played Louisville on the Accelerator tour, whenever that was. I had enjoyed their records for many years and was excited at finally getting the chance to see them. As it happened, Dave Pajo was playing bass on that tour--bonus!
I guess the hometown folks were a bit in awe of the Trux--they stood back and just soaked it all in. I, on the other hand, could not see standing still for such sexy, shake-your-money-makin' music. I grabbed a lady friend and we proceeded to dirty dance front and center for the entire 30-minute set. As I recall, I was wearing a black bandana, pirate-style, and a New Orleans Saints jersey with Ralph emblazoned across the shoulders. I was also wearing a huge turquoise ring.
After the show, Dave took me backstage and asked if I wanted "to meet Jennifer." Ms. Herrema was at that time one of perhaps only two people that I sweated meeting (P.J. Harvey being the other), primarily for fear she might telepathically enumerate how many masturbation scenarios she had participated in unwittingly and, no doubt, unwillingly.
So Dave introduces us and Jennifer immediately notices my ring. (She herself designs jewelry, FYI). "Hey man, that's a real pretty ring," she says. "Can I see it?" (You must imagine this being delivered in the gruffest cigarettes-and-whiskey-ravaged voice this side of the Delta.) She takes my hand in hers to inspect the ring, and because she is sitting at a table and I'm standing, she's able to get a really close look. I'm pretty sure I started blushing.
"You know," she said, giving me my hand back, "a lot of people couldn't get away with wearin' a ring that big, but I think you got it covered."
During this entire exchange, Neil Haggerty was pacing back and forth in the throes of some kind of OCD episode. I did not "meet" him.
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169Brett Eugene Ralph, you are my hero.
Will you marry me?
Brett Eugene Ralph wrote:As I recall, I was wearing a black bandana, pirate-style, and a New Orleans Saints jersey with Ralph emblazoned across the shoulders. I was also wearing a huge turquoise ring.
Will you marry me?